The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

20: Chapter 20: Getting Food_1 20: Chapter 20: Getting Food_1 “What can we do even if we say we’re hungry?” Yang Sanni pouted, “We’re definitely not getting a share of today’s meal…” Even some resentment was evident in her tone, blaming Yang Ruxin for talking back to Yang Anshi.

Before, there might have been some leftovers, but today, probably not even that.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t be bothered with that sullen little girl; instead, she stood up: “If you’re hungry, you need to eat, wait…” Then she turned and walked outside, she was also hungry.

Once she stepped outside the room, Yang Ruxin halted, looking down at the palm of her right hand.

There was no actual wound from a wheat stalk, but somehow, a strange cut had appeared—there was no bleeding, but a drop of fresh red blood was congealed in the center of her palm, impossible to wipe away.

It looked…

somewhat eerie!

By now, the meal in the kitchen was ready.

It was prepared under the supervision of Yang Anshi.

Yang Anshi carried the meal towards the main house, but pretended not to see Yang Ruxin.

Feng Caie certainly wasn’t going to pay attention to Yang Ruxin either.

If it wasn’t for this damn girl, she wouldn’t have had to toil in the smoky kitchen, right?

And now a bottle of wine was gone too—she bet when the second brother got back, he’d be blaming her again.

Yang Ruxin wasn’t the least bit bothered; she followed straight into the main house.

Yang Peili, who was sitting at the table, frowned slightly, but recalling what Li Yi had said, he glanced at Yang Ruxin: “Dani, is your mother okay now?”

“She’s still lingering around the Ghost Gate…” Yang Ruxin smiled faintly, “Thanks for your concern, Dad.

I’ll just take the meal back to my room to eat…”

“Eat?” The moment Yang Anshi heard it, she bristled, “Do nothing, waste silver and wine, and now you want to eat?

No way… go eat shit…”

Yang Ruxin lowered her eyes and took a deep breath, telling herself that under normal circumstances, she would have already slapped her across the face, but now she could only bear it, reminding herself to stay calm…

Yang Anshi kept on cursing.

“So, you mean, after barely pulling Mom back from the Ghost Gate, are you planning to starve her to death next?

Or starve us to death?” Yang Ruxin asked, having prepared herself mentally, looking at both Yang Anshi and the old man, “Is that what you think too, Dad?”

“Skipping one meal won’t kill anyone…” Yang Anshi shouted back.

“Have we missed only one meal?” Yang Ruxin’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Since the farming season started, the people of our family have been working non-stop, yet each person only gets half a cake a day…” She glanced at Yang Peili, “Man is iron, food is steel; even the old cows in our village are fed enough fodder when they work…”

“What work have you done?

You’ve been lying down all morning…”

Yang Ruxin’s lips turned downward, a look of grievance on her face: “I fainted, you know.

Uncle Li just said we should make some porridge to feed me, otherwise… those thirty copper coins would’ve been wasted… Might as well simply hang myself, why bother with all this?” Saying so, she got up, “I’ll go find a rope…”

Yang Anshi was just about to say something when Yang Peili, with a stern face, spoke up: “Dani, take the meal.”

Yang Ruxin, who had already reached the doorway, stopped in her tracks, feeling a burst of joy, then turned and rushed to the dining table: “Thank you, Dad.”

Yang Anshi still wanted to say something, but was silenced by a stern look from the old man.

Yang Baixiang handed her a big bowl: “Use this.”

Yang Ruxin looked gratefully at Uncle Xiaowu.